User blog comment:Llamao/A Disappearing Act/@comment-3135907-20120202212452

Varian shows her newly-recruited army to a hidden branch of the River Moss. Here an empty caravel rests, moored to a sturdy oak on the riverbank. "Come, we must depart quickly," she says. The crew board the vessel and cut the ropes holding it to the tree. The vermin of Varian Marlfox drift away, toward the east, where her larger army still waits...